Cousin Harold here with Marilyn and Brooke. . .

Marilyn and Harold with Granddaughter Brooke. Tomorrow we go to
Red Wing, to see our Cousin Larry and Carolyn.

Thunderstorms and hail swept down from North Dakota yesterday, following the usual I-94 route to the Twin Cities. Brother Virg got a piles of ice in his Eden Prairie yard, no report yet on damages, but it's a mess out there, he says.
That's the same route from North Dakota that Cousin Harold and Marilyn took today as well, but they got here about twenty-minutes ahead of the storm, and got to Shakopee in time to watch the rain out our windows.
While Marilyn, Kathleen and granddaughter Brooke visited on the porch, Harold buried himself downstairs in a pile of old letters his grandmother and aunts had written from western North Dakota in 1935-36, during the depression, to Erling, away at Concordia College in Moorhead.
"These are precious," Harold said as he worked through the trove our father (his Uncle Erling) had carefully saved for posterity.
"There's more where that came from," Stan laughed. His father was a collector, saver, archivist and organizer, and there are boxes and boxes in our basement to prove it.

Letters from Aunt Hannah and Grandma Rikka